Welcome to Jasper

I sat my head against the cold glass of the window and sighed. I was so bored, and this car was getting hot. We were in the middle of a road in the forest, on our way to a town in southern Indiana, Jasper, I think it was called.

We drove through mountains and over rivers. The landscape had begun to change. Instead of mountains, it ha become steep hills, sloping valleys and limestone walls surrounding the roads.

I closed my eyes, for what felt like minutes, and when I opened them again, we were in a town.

"Welcome to Jasper" the sign we had driven past read.

'That was fast,' I thought. We pulled up to a small motel in the outskirts of the town. It's sign, I didn't get a chance to read, was lit up with red, green and blue lights that reminded me of fireworks.

We got out of the Impala and walked, or in my case limped, into the motel. I popped two Aspirin into my mouth, feeling my foot begin to hurt again. We walked up to the counter, probably looking tired and worn because of our long trip from South Dakota to here.

We quickly got our room, under the alias of, "My brother and his wife," as Dean put it, "We're on a big, family road trip."

We finally got our room, and, with a few suspicious glares from other guests, walked into our room and laid down on the semi-comfortable beds. I stood back up and popped my back, stretching my tight, sore muscles.

"I call the shower!" shouted Dean, grabbing a towel and running into the bathroom. I chuckled at his childishness.

Sam sat up, stretching and yawning. He was obviously jet lagged, although I wasn't, because I had slept most of the way here. I laid down on the bed, trying to coax him to do the same. He ignored me, though, and walked over to the table, opening a laptop that I didn't know he had.

"Do you want to help me research, Cam?" he asked, peeking over top of his screen.

"Okay, what should I do?" I asked, willing to help since I had nothing to do.

"Can you look up recent deaths in the area? Mostly the strange ones, or just strange events?" he explained, "I'm going to the town morgue, just to look around."

"Okay, I'll do that. When will you be back?" I replied, walking over to where he sat.

"In a couple hours," he said. His eyes got big for a moment and he reached into his pocket.

"Hang on," he mumbled, looking into his pocket for something. He smiled and grabbed something, pulling it out and setting it on the table. It was a cellphone.

I smiled, picking up the small, white iPhone. It wasn't the newest kind, but it was a nice phone all the same. I stuffed it in my pocket and threw my arms around Sam's shoulders.

"Thank you, Sam. I love it," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"I hoped you would," he replied, kissing the top of my head. Sam released me and told me to take out my phone. I quickly obliged.

"Dean, Bobby and I's phone numbers are all on there. You can add others if you'd like but be careful," he explained.

"I will," I replied, kissing his cheek.

Dean walked out of the bathroom, fully clothed, thank goodness, and ready to leave. Sam slipped on his shoes and pulled his jacket back on.

"The library and the police station are within walking distance," Dean said, walking to the door.

"You take the library and I'll take the station," replied Sam.

"I'll call you if I find anything," I said, to no one in particular.

"Okay," they replied in unison.

"That's really creepy. It reminds me of those creepy little girls from the movies," I said, shuttering.

Sam chuckled and Dean rolled his eyes.

"You guys had better go before those places close," I said, basically pushing them out the door.

When they had left, I sat down in front of the laptop and sighed, searching in Google for any strange deaths or paranormal incidents nearby.

I scrolled through the results until I found one that caught my eye.

"And bingo was his name-o," I muttered to myself, clicking on the link and picking up my phone, dialing Sam's number.